Also, props to The Night Stalker. Lots of popcorn got stuck in our family's couch while watching that show. Some of the best times we had growing up were back when families had to all be in the same room to view ANY programming. Dad in the Big Chair, Mom shuttling back and forth between the den (that's what we called them back then) with refreshments (that's what we called THOSE back then), and us kids watching whatever Dad damn well said we'd watch- and LIKE it. Good times, man. Good times.

This being the days before VCR, when they reran The Night Stalker movie the first time, my sister and I stuck our cassette tape recorder under the TV speaker. We listened to that movie like a radio play for years.

They didn't say the journalists had to be fictional. Besides, Hunter S. was a character in his own books, and no one...least of all the author...had any idea how much of that was truth and how much was fiction.